The Land of Conjurors

That was all the air that matters It was swirling in no time The air you made tickled me while my heart fluttered with giddiness that kept me pounding, losing and hollowing. The air, covered by the smell you emitted carried me down to the top of some peak that neither you nor I had accepted swirled its smell along the way, causing the noiseless beat in any hidden connection it spun. It spun, as if you were all jolted within while it was spooling me in. Now, I live for the smell from yours The smell, the air, uniting all, can barely be discerned by anyone for I am you-ward with such smell that does not mean you have won but miscellaneous smell it becomes.

In Taiwan, parents mostly wish their children better than others especially for their grades. I just came across a chance to tutor a junior boy in English nearby. This boy was quite excellent in math and physics, while his Chinese and English slightly fall by the grades which are not as good as the excellence of math and physics. But anyway, he was really an excellent boy in class. The only bad thing, as his parents considered, was that he often made careless mistakes on English exams. His parents were keen to find a tutor accompanying him with studying. Or I should made more clear that their parents desire to find someone in haste who wishes to "accompany" him during the time before the official exam. It was my pleasure to teach English for him, but I cannot load him with burden for carrying the responsibility of study. Maybe I was wrong to correct their thoughts for not accompanying students with their study. I told the junior boy to stay more focus on what question he was

I have no any clue that who Alan Turing is until I see the movie today. It is all about the love that matters, no matter in the pursuit of the discourse of homosexual or heterosexual affairs. The love in a person with his deeper soul who believes his love, Christopher, would always accompany him through creating a machine by Turing's own hand, designating his true belief in connection with Christopher in his rest of life. Perhaps it still remains in the discourse of two people in love for such traditional assumption. Instead of falling a discourse of love, perhaps The Imitation Game points out the happiness of being abnormal in love through Turing's case. Such seemingly abnormal love at the time of 1950s portrays more than we have expected. It occurred to me in one of the episodes The Grantchester . The role of clergyman in The Grantchester is responsible for dealing all sorts of trivial and big matters but still realizes nothing for the homosexuals. Sometimes it is the feeli

March has come. It becomes a thought that I might give it a go when you seem not to care about me. You may just turn yourself away and pretend nothing has happened between us. Initially I thought we have come to an end if falling apart in a way of pretending both of us in a languish state of releasing anything important. But who may know that this turning point brings us to reinvent our relationship so far. I seem so awkward every time when confronting with a new challenge that brought by you. Not knowing that you truly wish me well by different ways to care about me, and perhaps this is what you can do for all the time. I beg nothing but wish myself better every time. Ungratefully I consume you so much that I may have just pretended to be a naughty boy who is always so spoiled clinching you with my quirky temper. Something we have always in common, that we seem not to deserve a corky face in any sense but strive for a better, higher and deeper passage toward the core of that invisible